You say you're sorry
The words are right
But it is clear
There is a slight
A but
An and
It's not the end
Your say you'll have
My will you'll bend
And
I
Will
Listen
And
I
Will
Break
Inside
Outside
My soul
You'll stake
But it's ok
Because you're sorry
You have given
Your apology
You walk away
You think no more
Whilst I fall
Upon the floor
The "but"
It is
An axe
For twigs
Twigs that hold
Me Altogether
Now
They're
Gone
Gone
Forever
Xxxxx
Linked up at Sunday scribblings for the prompt "the apology".
3 comments:
Nimble, lively, but with poignant overtones...
You think no more
Whilst I fall
Upon the floor - I could just imagine someone balled up on the floor with these lines.
Nice piece of writing - evocative and animated.
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